Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Scion,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.